Joseph Ritchie

“Having to talk destroys the symphony of silence.”
― Aleister Crowley, Diary of a Drug Fiend

“Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“When I started writing
I was a sick teenaged
fuck inside who partly
thought I was the new
Marquis de Sade, a body
doomed to communicate
with Satan who was us-
ing my sickness as his
home away from home,
and there’s your proof.”
― Dennis Cooper

“By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road